An old flatmate of mine called Dublin Pat – to distinguish him from Belfast Pat  – was walking home after… Read more For All of Us

It was a Sunday morning in the squalid neighbourhood where I lived, on the 6th floor of a putrid high-rise,… Read more Gaudeamus Igitur

Once I was in my local bar when a drugged up type came up and started to be a pain… Read more The Camel’s Back

If you are unlucky, you get a name like Dave, Anne, Juan or Maria. These are your daily names that… Read more What’s in a Name?

The last post was a bit preachy and holier than thou. I apologise. Confession:- I have at least one friend… Read more Vengeance is Mine says the Lord — Postscript

There was a mouse running along a country lane when an eagle swooped down and carried him into the high… Read more Vengeance is Mine says the Lord

Actually, I do have a superpower but nobody believes me. I can see string. I see invisible strings attached to… Read more Superpower

Sometimes I feel like a bull who dozed off in a summer meadow and when I woke up some bastard… Read more Being Selfish

Meditation of the week: What is the difference between a leap of faith and a jump for joy?

A friend of mine was telling how, a few years ago, he was having a drink in a gastropub with… Read more Half Lives